There’s a silly noodle on my plate,
It won’t be picked up or cooperate.
Poems for Children by Mama Grace
Author: bardsforbabes
Christians and Muslims share the holiday cheer here,
Something I wish the world would learn from this year.
Never been colonised, what does that mean?
So much more in the faces that I’ve seen.
When I wake up and seek to sew my dreams,
Together my heart and mind has understood.
I’ll pump my family home as I desire.
It’s all consuming but this mum is on fire.
No, you heard right, this isn’t a mistake.
This mummy’s going on a baby break.
Now what shall we do with this funny edged circle-square?
That doesn’t trust either shape and is now self aware.
There was so much to remember but it worked a charm,
All I had to do was set a wake-eat-sleep alarm.
Help me out,
Where’s your shoe?
Let’s get out,
Where’s your shoe?
I’m glad you’ve asked and it wasn’t a pooh
But weeing and poohing on things is not what we do.